"Boom! Bang! On the wall fortification at the south gate of the Peking University Battalion, Zhang Xinghan took a communication soldier and quickly came to the side of Liu Jianguo, the deputy battalion commander.

Listening to the explosion in front of him, Liu Jianguo pointed to the dazzling red light that kept rising, and said to Zhang Xinghan: "Look, the devils are shelling the grove and the cabbage field. ”

"Well, that's what I've been waiting for." Zhang Xinghan nodded calmly, took out a pack of cigarettes produced by the Northeast Cigarette Factory from his pocket, handed one to Liu Jianguo, and took another one for himself.

took out a match and lit the cigarette, while handing the unburned match to Liu Jianguo, Zhang Xinghan took a big puff of the cigarette, feeling the spicy smoke churning in his lungs, Zhang Xinghan couldn't help but squint his eyes, enjoying this intoxicating feeling.

The two of them were lying on the fortifications and smoking cigarettes, while watching a play to enjoy the artillery bombardment of the army in front, because of the rush of time, the sapper soldiers of the 3rd Battalion were not able to lay too many mines and mines in the grove, and the cabbage field was even more sparse.

But this also achieved the effect that Zhang Xinghan expected, as Zhang Xinghan expected, when Shimamoto Shoichi learned that the troops had suffered heavy losses in the minefield in the grove, in view of the experience of the Kawashima squadron, Shimamoto Shoichi did not dare to let his subordinates risk charging again, but used mortar grenadiers to bombard the grove indiscriminately, in order to achieve his goal of clearing the minefield.

In this way, Zhang Xinghan calculated the approximate location of the attacking troops by observing the ballistics of the mortars and grenadiers of the Yue army.

First of all, as a 50-millimeter grenadier of the Taisho 11th year, its effective firing range is only 175 meters, which is less than 200 meters, and even if it bombards such a huge target as the woods, it can be fired indiscriminately, and according to their maximum range, they will not be more than 400 meters away from the position of the grove.

When the infantry units of the Chinese army charged, the grenadiers were all charged with the attack of the front-line troops.

From this, it can be inferred that the attacking forces of the Japanese army were not too far from the location where the grenadiers were fired, and they may even be together.

After making a decision, Zhang Xinghan immediately turned his head and instructed the signal soldier: "Inform the artillerymen that the target is 500 meters south of the grove, carry out indiscriminate shelling, do not skimp on shells, and be sure to use up all the remaining shells within ten minutes." ”

"Yes!" The communications soldier gladly accepted the order, turned around and ran quickly down the wall, and disappeared under the night sky of the northern camp.

Soon, Zhang Xinghan's order was carried out, and after receiving the order, the artillerymen quickly adjusted the target position and began to fire one after another.

Six Krupp 75mm mountain guns opened fire almost simultaneously, and the shells were carried by scarlet fireballs and smashed down within 500 meters of the grove.

As Zhang Xinghan had guessed, the grenadiers and mortar artillery were almost huddled side by side, pouring shells into the grove and the cabbage field north of the grove.

Their infantry was waiting not far behind the artillerymen, so when six shells flew towards them with a sharp and piercing whistling sound, the infantry artillerymen suddenly screamed in fright and scattered in all directions.

However, how could the speed of the cannonballs be comparable to the speed at which they could escape, and before they could disperse, six shells fell, exploding at the same time within a radius of less than 100 meters.

"Boom, boom!" In the violent explosion, dazzling flames rose into the sky, countless shrapnel raged and scattered, and the infantry and gunners of the Japanese army, who had nowhere to hide, suddenly fell in large pieces.

Soon, the second round of artillery bombardment by the Northeast Army came as scheduled, and the two people who had already been bombed turned on their backs, and the Chinese army, which suffered heavy casualties, undoubtedly made the situation worse.

In this way, in the ten-minute artillery bombardment, the remaining three squadrons of Shimamoto Shoichi and their grenadier gunners were killed and wounded by more than half of the bombing, and the open space south of the grove was a mess, and the firelight, the pungent smoke of gunpowder, and the miserable howls of the wounded soldiers of the Japanese army were intertwined into a Shura scene.

Shimamoto Shoichi, who was less than a mile away from the explosion site, crawled out from behind a mound of earth under the protection of the guards.

When he saw that less than half of his hundreds of subordinates could stand after the Northeast Army's shelling, Shimamoto felt a cold rush from the soles of his feet to his whole body, and the whole person was stunned in place.

At this moment, the suspension bridge outside the south gate of Beidaying was lowered.

On the wall, Zhang Xinghan wore a steel helmet, clicked a sharp bayonet on the Hanyang-made rifle in his hand, and shouted: "Get on the bayonet!" ”

More than 700 officers and soldiers of the 3rd Battalion followed suit, and for a time on the wall, bayonets were like a forest, and the 700 soldiers looked solemn and set their eyes on Zhang Xinghan, and a sense of slaughter immediately dispersed.

Zhang Xinghan raised the Hanyang-made rifle with the bayonet in his hand above the top and roared fiercely: "Attack!! ”

"Rush! Kill the little book that the dog said! Deputy battalion commander Liu Jianguo followed closely and shouted sharply.

"Rush! Kill! More than 700 soldiers of the 3rd Battalion shouted like thunder, rushed down the wall like a tide, rushed across the drawbridge, and rushed in the direction of the grove.

Zhang Xinghan and deputy battalion commander Liu Jianguo rushed to the front with a group of sharp soldiers, feeling that nearly a thousand children from the Northeast behind them followed him and charged the once arrogant and invincible army without hesitation.

Zhang Xinghan's heart suddenly soared with pride, tonight, it will be destined to be the time when the Northeast Army is famous, and the titles of "bad breed" and "coward" will always say goodbye to the group of hot-blooded men behind him.

In fact, countless Northeast soldiers are like them, they are all kinds of men, and they are all Zheng Zheng men who dare to fight bloody battles with the enemy, but no one leads them to complete the heroic feat of dying on the battlefield and shrouding the body of the horse.

However, tonight, the more than 700 officers and men of the third battalion belonging to the 7th Brigade of the National Revolutionary Army are different, since they joined the army, they have never fought such a relieving battle as today, and they have killed an entire squadron of devils at the cost of zero casualties.

All this is due to their commander, the battalion commander, Zhang Xinghan, and now Zhang Xinghan has taken the lead again, leading them to rush out of the Beida camp and launch an incredible counterattack charge against the Yue army.

This is simply too fucking enjoyable for the officers and men of the Northeast Army who have been forbearance and retreat to me for many years, and their worship of Zhang Xinghan has reached an unprecedented height at this moment.

Looking at the back of Zhang Xinghan charging forward, at this moment, they felt that something was still sleeping in their bodies, awakened, their blood was boiling, at this moment they were really fearless, not afraid of life and death.

"Kill!" The blood in Zhang Xinghan's body was boiling and burning wildly, and the blood surname that had been silent for a long time burst out without reservation at this moment.

Under the roar, Zhang Xinghan and Liu Jianguo took the lead in rushing out of the grove and rushed towards the remnants of the panicked Yue army, who had suffered heavy casualties.

An unlucky Yue Jun and Zhang Xinghan met head-on, roared angrily, jumped up and kicked him in the chest, only to hear the sound of a broken bone sound, and the unlucky Yue Jun was immediately kicked out by Zhang Xinghan.

Regardless of his life or death, Zhang Xinghan kept rushing forward under his feet, and a wounded second lieutenant looked at Zhang Xinghan who was rushing towards him in horror, and hurriedly raised his knife to slash horizontally, trying to force back Zhang Xinghan who was rushing quickly.

I never thought that Zhang Xinghan didn't dodge or dodge, and he didn't stop at his feet, and the Hanyang rifle in his hand slammed up like a stick.

"Bang!" Zhang Xinghan's rifle collided with the second lieutenant's saber without any fancy fancy.

The second lieutenant of the devil was injured and was outmatched by Zhang Xinghan, and the saber was suddenly knocked out by Zhang Xinghan, the middle door was wide open, and Zhang Xinghan took advantage of the situation to stab the rifle in his hand suddenly.

"Poof!" The sharp bayonet was all gone, and the sharp tip of the knife directly penetrated the body of the devil lieutenant with red blood, and the devil lieutenant's eyes were staring at the boss, and he looked down at the bayonet passing through his chest with a face full of unwillingness, and wanted to say something, but only the red blood gushed out wildly with a few grunts.

Zhang Xinghan struggled to withdraw the rifle with an expressionless face, and a pungent stream of blood suddenly splashed his face, and the body of the devil second lieutenant fell to the ground unwillingly.

Zhang Xinghan had blood on his face, and waved his rifle forward: "Kill!" Not a single one to stay! ”

The more than 700 soldiers of the 3rd Battalion, who had already rushed up, suddenly shouted in response, drowning the remaining devils like a tide, and a bloody massacre unfolded immediately.

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When the victory of the Beidaying was imminent, and Zhang Xinghan led his troops to kill the enemy in blood, Fengtian City was also in flames, and guns and cannons rang out.

Outside the city, thousands of devils of the 29th Infantry Wing of the Japanese Army, under the command of Wing Commander Yukihiro Hirata, launched fierce attacks on Mukden City again and again.

At the head of the city, General Huang Xiansheng, who is currently the director of the Liaoning Provincial Security Department and the director of the Fengtian Police Bureau, personally led the Fengtian Police Corps, the urban defense troops left behind in Shenyang, and the Zhang Xueliang Guards who stayed behind in the Young Marshal's Mansion were desperately resisting.

Bullets shuttled back and forth over the head of Fengtian City, explosions rang out from time to time, and the battle once entered a white-hot stage.

"Director, the devil's offensive is getting more and more fierce, and the brothers are suffering heavy casualties, what should we do?" The fierce battle was raging at the head of the city, and the deputy director Wang Yicai asked Huang Xiansheng anxiously while shooting at the city.

"What else can I do? Behind us is Fengtian City, Shenyang Arsenal, and hundreds of thousands of Shenyang fathers and villagers, pass the order, whoever the dares to retreat, damn it, all of them will be corrected on the spot! Huang Xian shouted angrily.

"Yes!" Wang Yicai paused and said: "But, Director, I heard that the Seventh Brigade stationed in the Beida Camp has retreated to Dongshanzuizi, and the Beida Battalion may have been captured by the Yue Army. ”

Huang Xiansheng's heart trembled, his face did not show it, the news of the young marshal's order not to resist Huang Xiansheng naturally knew, but as a Chinese [***] person, he really couldn't sit back and watch Fengtian City be captured by the Yue army like this, and he really couldn't bear to give up a huge piece of land in the northeast to Yue himself.

After a moment of delay, Huang Xiansheng scolded angrily again: "Damn it, don't fucking nonsense, I don't care about others, Lao Tzu only knows that the little devil wants to step into Shenyang City half a step, unless he steps over my Huang Xiansheng's corpse!" ”

"Yes! Humble oath to live and die with Fengtian! Wang Yicai turned his face and turned his head to his subordinates and roared: "Give me a hard beating!" ”